Step back, get away, give the brother some roomYou got to turn me up when the beat goes boomLyric to lyric, line to lineThen you'll understand my reputation for rhymeCause my rhyme reputation depends on whatStyle of record my DJ cutsHis slice, dice, super mix so niceSo bad, you won't dispute the priceIt's plain to see, it's a strain to beNumber one in the public eye enemyI'm wanted in 50, almost 51States where the posse got me on the runIt's a big wonder why I haven't gone underDodgin' all types of microphone thunderA fugitive missin' all types of hellAll this because I talk so wellWhen I,

Rock, get up, get downMiuzi weighs a ton

The match up title, the expression of thrillFor elite to compete and attempt to get illIf looks could kill, I'd chill untilThe public catches on to my materialDucks criticize my every phase of raptureCan't wait to read the headlines of my captureAccused of assault, a 1st degree crimeCause I beat competitors with my rhymesTongue whipped, pushed, shoved and trippedCoocked from the hold of my Kung Fu gripAnd if you want my title, it would be suicidalFrom my end, it would be homicidalWhen I do work, you get destroyedMake all the paranoid, try to avoidThe Public Enemy seat I've enjoyedThis is no kid and I'm no toy boy

Rock, get up, get downMiuzi weighs a ton

I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banksI don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanksMy style is supreme, number one is my rankAnd I got more power than the New York YanksIf miuzy wasn't heavy I'd probably fire itI'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirateIf they made me a King, I would be a tyrantIf you want to get me, go ahead and try itSnatcher, dispatcher, biter never been aInstead of takin' me out, take a girl to dinnerThe level of comp has never been thinnerIt's a runaway race where I'm the winnerIt's unreal, they call the lawAnd claimed I had started a warIt was war they wanted and war they gotBut they wilted in the heat when miuzi got hot

Rock, get up, get downMiuzi weighs a ton

My style versatile said without rhymesWhich is why they're after me on my backLookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I writeHearin' what I say, they wonderin' whyWhy they can't ever compete on my levelSuperstar status is my domainUnderstand my rhythm, my pattern of lectureAnd then you'll know why I'm on the runThis change of events results in a switchLateral movements of my vocal pitchIt eliminates pressure on the hauntedBut the posse is around so I got to front itPlus employ tactics so coyAnd leave no choise but to destroySoloists, groups and what they sayAnd all that try to cross my way